Mystery: A Spark

"I don't dare." Frank took two steps back.

"Don't you dare say that?" Arthur stared intently at the woman in the jar, closely monitoring her condition.

Even while he was chatting with Frank, he didn't look away for even a second.

It's not that he was lustful at first sight, but rather that in horror movies, in such situations, as long as one's attention is diverted, the woman will either open her eyes or simply disappear.

What follows is a series of scenes where the main characters are chased and killed.

This is a classic trope in horror movies.

Even if you don't look away and keep your eyes on her, there's no guarantee she won't open her eyes.

For example, now.

As Arthur closely monitored the woman's condition, preventing her from disappearing or waking up without his knowledge, the woman in the jar actually opened her eyes, revealing a pair of azure eyes.

Not only that, she also gave a faint smile and stretched out her finger to draw a large circle on the culture chamber.

Then, with a gentle touch, the round glass fell to the ground and shattered, and the nutrient solution flowed out of the culture chamber.

"Arthur, why don't we run away?" Arthas suggested weakly.

"I'm afraid she can't escape now." Arthur watched the woman walk out of the incubation chamber with a smile on her face, ready to call for backup at any moment.

But he wasn't actually very nervous, because based on Frank's previous description, this woman might not necessarily have some kind of evil god inside her; rather, it was more likely that...

“Give me a name, Arthur,” the woman said gently.

At the same time, emerald green vines grew from the floor, wrapped around the woman's body, and then transformed into a dark green long dress.

"And you are?" Arthur asked tentatively.

“It’s the one you’re thinking of.” The woman pointed to the back of Arthur’s right hand, where a divine emblem of the Earth Mother was shining brightly.

"My lord," Frank finally understood and quickly bowed, "thank you for saving us before."

"No need for formalities. If it weren't for your efforts, I wouldn't have been able to come out and do anything, let alone snatch your soul back from that being's hands," the woman said gently.

She looked at Arthur and asked:

Have you decided on a name for me?

“Uh… Alice?” Arthur said instinctively.

“Okay, then I’ll be called Alice Heller from now on.” The woman, no, Alice, nodded and said.

"Oh? Madam, this doesn't seem quite right..."

“Is there a problem? According to bloodlines, you are the father of this body, so it makes perfect sense for me to have the surname Heller, doesn’t it?” Alice asked.

"But……"

"It's settled then." Alice made the decision on her own. "I want to travel around and see what's going on. You all go do your own thing and don't worry about me."

After saying that, she took a step forward, and her figure gradually faded and disappeared, leaving only Arthur and Frank looking at each other in bewilderment.

“I have a question,” Arthur asked in a low voice, “Who was the mother of this embryo you created?”

"What matrix?" Frank asked, puzzled.

"The mother who provides genetic material, you didn't just use mine, did you? It can't be asexual reproduction, can it?"

"Uh... to be honest, I don't quite remember," Frank said sheepishly.

"Never mind," Arthur sighed. "Let's just consider it asexual reproduction. It's better not to delve too deeply into this issue."

At this moment, he deeply felt the challenges that traditional moral ethics from his previous life faced in this magical world.

“By the way, Arthur, do you think we should continue to create a second Primarch?” Frank suddenly asked.

Arthur looked at him expressionlessly and said:

"So, which one do you plan to pull down from the astral plane next? The Primal Witch? Or the True Creator?"

"Uh... pretend I didn't say it."

“Research must be done step by step. If you rush into groundbreaking research without sufficient basic theory, it’s easy to run into problems. Unless you’re an angel, you can use your strength to prevent accidents,” Arthur advised.

“Hmm, that makes sense.” Frank stroked his chin. “I think druids are no longer enough to support my research. I need to go further. Arthur, if you have any connections to get the recipes of the Classical alchemists, be sure to let me know.”

"Yes, yes," Arthur said with a forced smile.

If you can cause this kind of trouble when you're just a druid, what would you do if you became a demigod?

There is no such thing as a "classical alchemist". Even if Arthur were to die and jump off the deck of the Future, he would never help Frank find any "classical alchemist" recipe.

……

After returning home from the Future, Arthur didn't have to wait long before he received news from the Fool that Silver City had accepted his terms.

So Arthur took the opportunity to explain to Mr. Fool that he intended to strengthen Rune’s rule in the Roseside Islands and that he planned to place Silver City there in the future.

After all, the local natives worship the sea god, and Arthur should have informed Klein beforehand if he wanted to make any arrangements there.

Klein had no objection to the idea.

If Rune really wanted to bring the Roside Islands under his complete control, there wasn't much he could actually do. At most, he could have the natives wage a guerrilla war and employ a strategy of non-violent non-cooperation.

But why is this necessary?

If it were Rune under George III, then Klein would indeed have to think twice, since Rune was truly awful back then.

But Rune under Arthur was different, so Klein didn't have much intention of stopping him.

After receiving permission from "The Fool," Arthur immediately traveled to the Golden Dream via the teleportation array.

In the captain's cabin, Arthur looked at Edwina and got straight to the point:

"I want to establish a sorcerer's academy on the Rothschild Islands. Would you be willing to be its first dean?"

Chapter 307 Dalaran and the Anti-Magic Prison

Establish a sorcerer's college.

This is something Arthur has always wanted to do.

However, he did not have enough resources to put this idea into practice before.

So it wasn't until now, after becoming the head of the Rune, that Arthur began to work on this matter.

Although he hasn't finished analyzing those high-level warlock spells, such as "Cataclysm" and "Doomsday," he has basically completed the construction of the mid-to-low-level warlock spell system.

That's enough for him to train a group of sorcerer apprentices.

"The Dean of the Sorcerer's Academy...you're trying to recruit me, aren't you?" Edwina said with a smile.

“After all, as the head of state, I need to recruit some of my own people,” Arthur said.

“But I am from Lenburg and I believe in the God of Knowledge. Aren’t you afraid the Church of Storms will be furious if you recruit me?” Edwina asked.

"I don't think I need to ask the church for permission to do what I want or what kind of people I want to use," Arthur said calmly.

During the Rufus War, the existence of Shatas did not cause the Church of Storms to call for war, which shows that those hot-tempered guys were not really brainless and would disregard everything else for the sake of their faith.

Faith is faith, and reality is reality. In the Fifth Age, when extraordinary figures have retired, this is the only reasonable way to act.

Of course, even so, Arthur couldn't just open the Sorcerer's Academy right next to the Church of Storms.

This is a provocative act that could easily provoke conflict, eventually leading to a complete breakdown in relations and the show falling apart.

Therefore, a better approach would be to establish a sorcerer's college on the east coast of the Rhodes Islands, and then build a city based on that college, with Bayam occupying the two sides of the Rhodes Islands respectively.

As for the name, let's call it Dalaran.

“But why did you choose to establish the Sorcerer Academy on the Roside Islands? It’s far from the mainland of Rune, which doesn’t seem like a very good choice,” Edwina asked.

“You should know that warlock magic requires a special kind of energy, right?” Arthur countered.

“Psionic power, I know that.” Edwina nodded.

"So, where does psychic energy come from? I believe you can guess."

“A demon.” Edwina’s tone was certain.

After all, she had participated in the analysis of sorcerer magic, so she naturally had some understanding of some of the things involved.

"Yes, demons. Warlock magic is closely related to demons, which means that this academy cannot be located inland. If something goes wrong, it will be a big deal. This is one of the reasons, for safety."

"The second reason I placed the Sorcerer's Academy on the Rothschild Islands is because I wanted to build a prison there, a prison specifically for imprisoning demons, which I called the 'Anti-Magic Prison'."

“As you know, prisons need wardens, otherwise what would happen if the prisoners escaped? The wardens I found are all professionals who deal with demons, but they are not very sociable, so the Rose Island, located overseas, is a more suitable place,” Arthur explained to Edwina.

"I see. It seems you've already planned everything."

“Of course, why would I invite you if I wasn’t prepared?” Arthur smiled.

"Then I have a question for you."

"You ask."

Edwina rested her chin on her hand, looked at Arthur, and asked:

"Are there any other sorcerers in this world besides you?"

“No, it’s just me. You can count as half of it.” Arthur shook his head.

"So you only told me about warlock magic?" Edwina raised her eyebrows.

"Yes."

"Even that mysterious queen doesn't know?" Edwina asked cryptically.

“Uh… Bernadette probably won’t need it much, I didn’t tell her.” Arthur said, rubbing his nose.

"Ah...so she told me because she didn't need it?" Edwina said calmly, leaning back in her chair.

"No, no, I met you first, and then, well..." Arthur sensed that the atmosphere was a bit off, and quickly tried to explain, but then he didn't know how to say it.

“Never mind.” Edwina shook her head. “I accept your invitation. Once the Sorcerer Academy is built, I will serve as its dean and help you train sorcerers.”

"Uh, thanks a lot." Arthur licked his lips, feeling a little sweat on his forehead.

"If there's nothing else, you can go back now." Edwina picked up the quill pen on the table and gave him the order to leave.

"Okay." Arthur couldn't wait to get up and make his escape.